Swift the show on the mystery

I act believably for when I am
From the songs and the loves;
I bear life shine for when I will
In the riddle, dreams of hope,
From my beliefs are lighten.
The hope that dreams waken
The heaven thought every lo,
Rest on me to the mysterious,
Wield the thought of safety,
And lighten the majestic feeling,
And run it in watering like sun,
And smile as I can as much.

Inspired by Percy Bysshe Shelley
©️ Ismael Mansoor

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This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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